“You’ve got to. You ain’t running my crowd.”
“I don’t want to,” said Dave, “but if you make me the manager I’ve got to have some say, haven’t I? We’ll only practise this afternoon, and get in trim for the real game Saturday.”
“All right,” grumbled Jed.
There was a merry boyish scramble as the game began. Not much attention was paid to the rules, and that made it better than ever. Bob was quick and active.
The boys had been playing for about twenty minutes, when a kick past goal meant three hand-running for his side. He had got the football, and was in position for a splendid play, when he saw Jed making for him to spoil it.
“No fair!” shouted Sammy, Bob and some others.
Jed paid no attention to this. He ran forward all the faster. This made Bob hurry. He gave the ball a wild kick.
“Hurrah!”
“Ya-ah! three times and out!”